Don Juan hadn't really expected Hudson to agree, so this was a pleasant surprise. All of the stipulations made sense. Normally Don Juan was one to shy away from conversations that had the potential to be fraught, but given what had happened the last time they'd attempted this, he was actually glad of Hudson's insistence. He'd know what to expect going into it, then — and he'd have a chance to change his mind before it happened, if things started to get too uncomfortable during the conversation itself. And what was there to fear about a hard conversation, anyway? Now that he knew Hudson wasn't going to run away if things went wrong, there wasn't anything to worry about. He might look foolish, but he'd looked plenty foolish already today, and Hudson was still smiling at him.

"Alright," he agreed, bright. "We'll talk about it. And thank you for... you called this dinner, didn't you?" he teased, picking up his fork again and gesturing towards the eggs and toast.

Now that they'd gotten to the other side of it — it was good to just be in Hudson's presence again. Don Juan had missed him while he had been away, and they were — more than sex, now, and both admitting to it. It felt good.

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